Sorry Buckwild, But You’ll Never Be Jersey Shore

In their desperate endeavor to fill the hopeless crater left by JerseyShore in their programming and our lives, MTV aired another hour of Buckwildlast night. And it became even more clear. These people will never replace the magic of smushing, fist-pumping gorillas and meatballs, and it makes me want to cry. The confessionals are bland recountings of things we just saw, rather than twisted, un self-aware, but somehow witty commentary. The height of the show’s quippiness came from Salwa, as she addressed a sad drunk creature named Jessie B–“he’s Patrick Shwasted right now.” And would you really want to be the ass-hat to put that on a t-shirt? There is more odd word art thrown into the landscapes, and it’s awkward. They do some annoying, Jackass-lite style stunts, such as off-roading, riding a trash can lid attached to a quad, and playing yet again in the mud. BORING! Like, can someone trap a squirrel or make some moonshine or something? I need caricatures in my television. But whether or not this “episode” felt like more nothing, I think some things still happened.

Not to use the “p” word in relation to this festival of meandering actions and events, but what plot happened on last night’s episode revolved around Shea’s inevitable break-up with her boyfriend Jesse J. The pop star. Nah, just kidding. He’s just a miscellaneously brawny dude who loves cargo shorts, But, we’ll let it slide, because fashion is apparently 7 years behind in this area of West Virginia. Up to this point, all of Shea’s friends have tried to relay to her the philandering and reverse cuckoldry that Jessie J is pulling on her, but she will have none of it. Eventually, she breaks it off with him and shows up to their mobile home to pick up all of her stuff. That’s right. She knocked him down just like a domino.

Mmmmmm… what else went down? Shain continues to sound more and more like Billy Bob Thornton in Sling Blade, and remains the redneck-stereotyped saving grace of the show. I think he tells a story about finding dirty magazines in a cooler, but his babbling is even difficult for his friends understand. While it all seems terribly scripted and staged, at least I can believe that he’s the kind of guy to wear old t-shirts with the sides cut out of them. Not to mention, he inspires Joey and Tyler to get jobs. Here’s where we see their industrious sides. They take up lawnmowing because they’ve “run out of money for gas and beer.” However, they quit after a day because they don’t like it, and they can’t figure out how to mow around lawn decorations.

The girls get matching tattoos of “NPS” which stands for “No Plotlines, Sorry.” And we’re introduced to a new character—Jesse B, who has the pale complexion of a methhead shut-in, a penchant for airbrushed shirts, and a love of sexual harassment. There’s even a brawl, between Jesse B and Tyler. Actually, its more of Tyler beating Jesse’s face to a hemmoraging geyser of blood. Then he lies on the ground in pain while everyone stands around, not calling 911. But we’re not supposed to like Jesse B anyway, so its whatever.

Finally, the gang all assembles for Joey’s birthday party, where the main activity is shooting a potato cannon. Shea, being a single sally, is open for business and ready to expel some of that pent-up sluttiness that lay dormant in her through her relationship. Joey’s into her, and she’s into him. It’s hard to pinpoint the moment it dawns on her, but maybe it’s when he sticks his face into the hollow end of the potato cannon. Or maybe it was when she was licking butter off his lower abdomen. Young country love is enough to make a sap outta you. Actually, more like it burns disturbing images into your brain that you need to fight to erase. Like this one.

I was hoping this would be the next Jersey Shore too. But
alas, even the ladies in my office at DISH agree that Buckwild will never recreate
the magic. The only thing that wasn’t boring about this episode was hearing my
friends tweet about Jesse, lol. I would normally have had to wait until the
weekend was over to get their thoughts because I don’t own a computer, but that
all changed after I got my DISH Hopper. It lets me log in to Twitter and Facebook
to chat about the latest shows and gossip without ever leaving the room. And
with how many sports, news, and other applications it has, I always have plenty
of things to talk about.

Adam

Lame… your trying to relate to us about the show but then you try to sell and advertise that wack a$$ popper DISH

You

Jersey shore sucked a fat one. This show beats it by far.

SAMTHEHAM

salwa now there is a tasty.

SAMTHEHAM

salwa now there is a tasty.

Me

Hillbilly version of jersey shore. Horrible. And people wonder why our youth is so screwed up. It’s a good selling point why kids should get the Hpv vacine. Shaine is so ignorant he can hardly speak. Watch it if you want to kill more brain cells

http://thekimberlydiaries.com/ the kimberly diaries

I love how Tyler said he loves Cara’s “style”. WHAT STYLE

Adam

To poster “Arielle Dachille” of this article, where the heck did you get the idea that NPS stood for “No Plotlines, Sorry”?? The three girls got matching tattoos of “NPS”
which actually stands for “No Pussy Shit”. For added confirmation, down below is a post on Twitter by cast member Shae Bradley, she’s 1 out of the 3 girls that got the “NPT” tattoo.